FORCED INTO THE DON'S BED
His fingers were already at the lace between my thighs when he pushed me against the marble vanity, breath hot, voice darker than sin, his arousal pressing against my throbbing core.
"Open your legs for me, Mrs Valentino."
He didn’t wait. He plunged into me roughly, his mouth trailing down my neck like he owned it. I hated the way my body arched for him. I hated even more that he smirked when it did.
I was supposed to be terrified, not trembling for the man who forced a ring onto my finger two days after abducting me.
Before Dante Valentino touched me like that... before he whispered filth and promises into my ears, I was Valentina Morrison: a quiet girl, psychology graduate, volunteer counselor blissfully unaware that my entire life was a lie.
I didn’t know the truth about my parents.
I didn't know my bloodline belonged to a mafia empire that their hands were filled with blood.
I only knew one thing the night I witnessed a murder in a Manhattan alley and it was that I was going to die...until he showed up.
Dante, the most feared Italian boss in New York. He was ruthless and calculating.
He didn't save me, he claimed me. Only because I’m not just some civilian. I'm the last surviving Castellano heir, the one piece of leverage that can rewrite the entire underworld. So Dante forced a marriage to protect me. To control me. To bind me to him in pleasure and law.
And somewhere between running from gunfire and running from him, I made the worst mistake possible:
I let the devil touch me. I let his hands teach my body a language my mind despises but my body craves. I let him explore me.